January  18,  2004

      Proof positive that my daughter is cute.  At the place we went to last night, they announced the names of those celebrating their birthday.  And one by one, each person had to go up to the 'stage'.  So up she goes, and the fellow doing the announcing turns to the guy doing the presenting and says (into the microphone): "Aren't you tired ... allow me to do this one!"  Heh.  She of course, blushed practically to her toes - but still wore that little pleased grin that women have when complimented.  

      It was a great evening - a little bizarre as the ex and his wife, along with some other family members from his side, were there - but everyone had a good time.  Lots of dashing young men and fair maidens ... and a guy cracking a whip!  Yum!  my son gave me the old side-ways glance and snicker 'cause he knows Himself has a whip.  

      So yesterday's exercise in trying to take self pictures was a bit of a bust.  The only full length mirror we have is in the hallway, and it's hard to get enough light there.  Also, it's a long narrow mirror, so standing straight up is the only option.  This is not conducive to the type of pose i'm looking for.  What i want is a reclining back shot.  What i got was me with my legs cut off and shivering in the (*&^%$ Canadian cold.  Sigh.  And then the camera gave me panic attacks as it decided to act up and not let me remove the pics.  And Himself's daughter was on her way over.  Gah!!  i did get it to work eventually - after several reboots of the computer.  

      i also got some (poor quality) interesting pics of a vein that i have just below my collar bone, that shows up more than most people's.  Himself particularly likes it and so i thought if i could capture it on film (is it still called film in a digital camera?) that would be a cool thing.

       So here it is - a little bit of vein porn *eg*

          Weirdness.  And it's been prominent like that all my life.  But then my skin is so pale, it seems translucent sometimes.  When i become a little old lady in the not-far-enough-away future, you'll be able to see through me.  Heh.

      And so i checked the Cunning Linguist ring again, and find myself at number 9.  Woo hoo!  i had no idea this would be so much fun.  Our friend HS says i just want to be number one slut.  But seriously - i've found some pretty interesting journals over there, and don't mind putting in a plug for them here.  A lot of these people express heartfelt and honest emotions, and generally just put all their thoughts "out there".  

      i like that.